You float out of the store without looking back. You’ll need to find another way.

E, after all, is illegal.

On this day you are defeated, as if craving experimentation is defeat.

Tomorrow will be lifting. Turn the page, maybe a few pages, then, and only then, the shackles of judgment alongside legal, may be removed. You will be able to venture into societies underbelly, where rumour has it: friends, are ephemeral, flying is all-consuming - fed by other realms - being grounded may be lost, never to be found again, as darkness drags you away.